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Chain of Command

simon "ghost" riley x john "soap" mactavish x reader

A late-night sparring session goes beautifully wrong when Ghost decides to supervise Johnny's groundwork. Two against one isn't exactly fair play, but you aren't complaining.

[4.5k] THREESOME. porn without plot, gym sex, light dom/sub undertones, sharing is caring, praise, command kink, size difference, obedience, dirty talk, mask stays on!! cunnilingus, cum eating, oral, double penetration, johnny is such an obedient lap dog to ghost in this one. enjoy.

The overhead fluorescent lights were shut off, leaving only the amber safety-strip lighting along the baseboards to cut through the dark. It painted everything in warm, shadowy angles.

You were flat on your back, chest heaving, fabric of your grey t-shirt sticking to your collarbone, damp with your sweat. Johnny was hovering over you, knees pinning your thighs, a wide, smug grin splitting his face. He’d caught you with a sweep of his leg a second ago, and he wasn’t about to let you forget it. His hands were braced on either side of your head, mohawk damp and messy, blue eyes gleaming childishly in the dim light.

“That’s three-nil to me, luv,” Johnny panted. He was warm, impossibly so, like a furnace— and the weight of him pressing down on you sent a low, delicious shiver straight down your spine. “Givin’ up yet, or do ye fancy another round on yer back?”

“I was letting you win, MacTavish,” you gasped out, trying to shift your hips to no avail as he only leaned his weight heavier into you, grin widening.

“Aye, keep tellin’ yerself that—”

The heavy metal door of the gym clicked, sound echoing in the cavernous room.

The soles of heavy combat boots squeaked slowly against the polished floorboards just off the edge of the mats. Neither of you had to look up to know who it was. The imposing shadow that fell over you was enough of a clue.

Ghost stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed over his chest. He’d ditched his tactical outfit for a tight black compression shirt that showed off the breadth of his shoulders, and his signature balaclava was pulled down tight, his dark eyes fixed on the two of you writhing on the floor.

He just stood there wordlessly, watching.

Johnny’s grin slowly faltered, breathing hitching just a fraction as he felt the Lieutenant’s gaze drop straight to where his knees were pinning you down. His gaze drifted slowly down the line of Johnny’s back before settling directly on you, pinned beneath, your chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow little breaths.

“LT,” Johnny muttered, and the teasing cadence in his voice was gone, now sounding raspy, tense. He didn’t let go of you. If anything, the heat of his thighs flanking yours seemed to double.

Ghost took a single, slow step forward, boots transitioning from the polished wood to the soft, giving rubber of the mat. He didn’t even look at Johnny when he spoke.

“Keep her there, Johnny.”

The command sent a physical jolt straight through you. You flared your nostrils with the rush of heat blooming in between your thighs, exactly where Johnny was keeping you parted. But you weren’t about to just lie there and be handled without a fight.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing?” you panted, tilting your chin up to look Johnny dead in the eyes. You bucked your hips beneath him, the sharp heave making Johnny gasp, his fingers tightening around your wrists on either side of you. “You going to let him call your plays for you, MacTavish? Or are you going to finish this yourself?”

Johnny’s eyes darkened at that, and you could almost see the flash of primal hunger replacing the last remnants of his playful grin. He leaned down, mouth hovering just inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips.

“I can finish it just fine, lass,” he whispered, his grip on your wrists bruisingly tight as he pulled them flat against the mat above your head this time. “But when LT gives an order, I like to be thorough.”

From above, the shadow of Ghost’s massive frame fell completely over both of you. He dropped to one knee at the edge of your head, fabric of his compression shirt straining against the muscles on his chest. Slowly, he reached down, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb tracing the frantic pulse leaping in your throat.

“She’s got too much fight left in her, Sergeant,” Ghost murmured, dark eyes locked onto yours behind the balaclava. The nonchalance in his tone made you want to just disappear into the ground. “Take her breath away.”

Johnny, the good little soldier he was, didn’t need to hear an order twice.

With a low growl, he dropped his chest against yours, crushing you beneath his weight while his mouth slammed down onto your lips. It wasn’t gentle by any means; the kiss was hot, demanding, almost bruising, and tasted faintly of salt and the iron-rich tang of adrenaline. He kissed you the way he fought— relentless, driving his tongue deep into your mouth, taking everything you were so fiercely trying to hold onto.

You let out a muffled gasp against his lips, fingers curling helplessly into your palm as he still had your wrists pinned. The friction of his body grinding against yours, the delicious drag of his hardening length, paired with the grip of the Lieutenant’s hand at the back of your neck, had your senses completely overloaded.

Ghost’s thumb firmly stroked over your pulse point, just enough to make you shiver as you tried to catch up to Johnny, his touch incredibly steady despite the raw size of him. He watched every detail of the kiss, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded behind the balaclava he wore, and you wondered if he’d fuck you tonight, or just leave you high and dry with the help of his Sergeant.

“Mmh, fuck, lass,” Johnny groaned out, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to get the words out and pant against your wet lips, blue eyes blown wide with desire. “Ye’re so fuckin’ warm under me.”

“Then don’t just… talk about it, Johnny,” you choked out, voice thick and breathless as you struggled against his hold, hips instinctively arching up, seeking the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants. “Show me.”

Above you, Ghost let out a low chuckle that seemed to vibrate right through the palm of his hand against the back of your throat.

“She’s begging, Sergeant,” Ghost murmured, free hand reaching down to grip your chin, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him. “And we don’t like to keep a lady waiting, do we, now?”

With an agonizing sort of slowness, Ghost let go of your pulse point, hooking his fingers into the hem of his balaclava and pulling it just past his lips, revealing his mouth set in a hard, hungry line. He leaned down a little more, then, and the scent of him— leather, cold rain, and a sharp touch of mint, crowded out the smell of the gym entirely.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and you stared up into those dark, intense eyes, heart hammering wildly against your ribs. Underneath you, Johnny was already shifting. He released one of your wrists, hand sliding down your ribs to catch the hem of your grey t-shirt and drag it up over your sports bra clad breasts. The cool air of the gym hit your sweaty skin, making goosebumps rise along the way, only for Johnny’s hot palm to smooth over your stomach, his fingers digging into your waist.

“LT,” Johnny choked out, gaze fixed on Ghost’s exposed, stubbled jaw. “Let me taste her.”

“Take what you want, Johnny.” Ghost murmured then, his eyes still set on yours.

With a breathless sound, Johnny buried his face in the crook of your neck first, teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin right where your shoulder met your collarbone. You gasped, head arching off the mat, hips bucking instinctively into Johnny’s lap. He groaned at that and locked his thighs tighter around yours to pin you down, mouth tracing a wet trail up to your jaw.

At the same time, Ghost’s heavy hand slid from your chin down to your chest, palm spreading flat over your racing heart, pressing you firmly down into the mat.

“You’re shaking, love,” Ghost observed softly, thumb brushing against the swell of your breast through the fabric. “That impatient, hm?”

“You’re such an asshole,” you gasped out, twisting your wrists in Johnny’s remaining grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around Ghost’s thick neck and pull him down. “Stop talking and kiss me.”

Ghost’s eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, dangerous amusement flashing in them.

“Feisty little thing, isn’t she?” Ghost murmured, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at Johnny, who was now nipping at your earlobe, his breath coming in desperate gasps.

“Aye,” the Scot muttered against your skin, his hand sliding lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “Thinks she runs the damn place. I reckon she needs to be reminded who she’s on the floor with.”

You watched as the last trace of amusement vanished from Ghost’s eyes. His hand slid from your chest up to your jaw again, fingers pressing firmly into the joint to force your mouth slightly open.

“Strip her, Johnny,” Ghost ordered, voice dropping to a low rumble that left absolutely no room for negotiation. “Take it all off.”

Johnny didn’t hesitate. An eager chuckle escaped him as he immediately back-pedaled off your thighs, hands moving with such speed it left you breathless. He hooked more fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, dragging them both down your legs in one rough, sweeping motion, tossing them onto the dark floorboards off the edge of the mat.

Your t-shirt was bunched up around your collarbone, leaving you bare and shivering under the heavy gaze of both men.

Before you could even process the sudden rush of cool air, Ghost’s weight shifted. He crawled over you, frame eclipsing the ceiling lights with his thighs on both sides of your head. Slowly, he slid two thick fingers past your wet lips, pressing them flat onto your tongue.

“Take it,” Ghost murmured, eyes locked onto yours as he slowly drew his fingers out, only to push them back in, mimicking a slow, teasing rhythm against your tongue. “Quiet down for me now.”

Below you, Johnny was already moving. He settled between your thighs, broad hands gripping the undersides of your knees and pushing them back, opening you up completely to the dim amber light of the gym. He let out a ragged groan at the sight of you, chest heaving.

“Ye need to see her, LT,” Johnny whispered, voice trembling with sheer hunger. “Fucking beautiful.”

“Don’t just look, Sergeant,” Ghost commanded then, fingers swiping over your tongue to catch your saliva. “Eat.”

Johnny leaned down, messy mohawk brushing against your inner thighs as his hot breath hit your sensitive skin, making you spasm beneath him. When his warm, wet tongue finally made contact —lapping slick and broad strokes from the very bottom of your pussy all the way up to your tight, aching clit— your eyes blew wide.

You tried to scream, hips bucking wildly off the mat, but Ghost’s fingers locked behind your teeth, anchoring your head flat. His thumb pressed firmly against your chin, muffling your cries into a series of desperate whimpers against his hand.

“That’s it,” Ghost praised you in a soft tone, eyes tracing the frantic flush spreading down your neck and chest. “Take it all. Let your Sergeant hear how much you like his mouth on you.”

Johnny didn’t stop until you were entirely unraveled, thighs trembling violently against his shoulders as he drank the slick heat you poured out for him. Your fingers were clawed into the synthetic rubber of the mat, tongue lapping uselessly around Ghost’s thick fingers as you tried to ride out the waves of the shuddering orgasm they’d just forced from you.

But they weren’t anywhere near finished with you.

“Up,” Ghost commanded, finally drawing his slick fingers from your mouth. “Turn her around, Johnny.”

Johnny moved like a man possessed for each of his Lieutenant’s words. His hands, slick with your come, gripped your hips and hauled you upward. You were still dazed, limbs heavy and uncooperative, but Johnny guided you right where he knew Ghost wanted you, lifting your hips and pressing your knees into the mat until you were on all fours, head hanging low as you panted.

Your back arched instinctively as the cool air hit your wet core, leaving you exposed.

Ghost was already there. He was on his knees directly in front of you, thighs framing your head. He reached down and unbuckled his trousers then, and when he freed himself, his length was thick, heavy, and already leaking a bead of pre-cum that caught the amber light of the gym.

He reached down, fingers wrapping firmly in your hair, forcing your head up so you had to look at him.

“Like what you see?” the command sent a fresh spike of heat straight to your lower stomach. “Suck it, love. Wet it for me.”

Before you could even part your lips to comply, a massive weight pressed hard against your entrance from behind.

You let out a choked gasp as Johnny’s hands clamped onto your hip bones, fingers digging into your skin to anchor you. He didn’t wait. With a desperate heave of his hips, Johnny drove himself deep inside you in one thick push.

“Ah— f-fuck!” you cried out, back snapping straight, eyes wide as the fullness of him stretched you open.

Johnny let out a feral groan into the space between your shoulder blades, his chest slamming against your lower back as he immediately began to move, his pace fast, hard, and thoroughly desperate. The wet slapping sound of his skin hitting yours echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

“Keep your mouth on him,” Johnny gasped out, voice shaking with the effort of holding back as he drove into you again and again. “Suck… suck LT for me, please…”

Ghost’s grip on your hair tightened then, pulling your head forward until his thick tip was brushing against your wet lips.

“You heard the Sergeant,” Ghost whispered. “Open up.”

You opened your mouth, letting out a whimpering cry that was immediately cut off as Ghost guided his massive length past your lips.

The heat of him filled your mouth entirely, your jaw ticking to adjust to the size. You sucked him in as deep as your throat would allow, hands clawing desperately at his heavy thighs for balance as Johnny continued to slam into you from behind.

“Good girl,” the Lieutenant rumbled, as his hand remained firmly tangled in your hair, not to hurt, but to control the slow rhythm of your lips sliding up and down his shaft. “Just like that.”

Johnny, behind you, seemed to be completely lost to the sensation. His breath came in ragged bursts against your bare shoulder blades, fingers digging deep into your hips to keep you against his relentless pace. Every thrust was deep, bottoming out with a wet, slapping force that had your head bobbing deeper into Ghost’s length with every hit.

“Fuck, ye’re so tight, lass,” Johnny choked out, pulling back almost entirely before driving back in, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly that your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against Ghost’s cock. “LT, she’s…. She’s squeezing the life out of me…”

Ghost’s fingers stroked your scalp, hips twitching slightly as he pushed himself just a little deeper into your throat. His eyes were fixed on the way your body trembled under the dual assault, on how hard Johnny was fucking you, flashing that sleazy grin of his at his Lieutenant shamelessly. “Hold it, Sergeant. Don’t you dare come yet.”

“LT, please,” Johnny panted. He was shuddering, entire body vibrating with the effort to obey. “I’m right on the edge, sir. Fuck, she’s too good.”

Ghost set his gaze on how glazed your eyes were, how your lips stretched wide around his length, saliva dripping down your chin as you took him as deep as you could.

“Told you to hold it, Sergeant.” Ghost growled, hand tightening in your hair. “Make yourself useful. Open her up some more.”

Johnny let out a ragged laugh against the skin of your back. “Aye, sir.”

With one hand still clamped onto your hip bone, keeping you pinned to his rhythmic thrusts, Johnny reached his free hand down between your thighs. He smeared the moisture backward, broad thumb finding the tight, puckered rim of your ass.

You let out a sharp cry around Ghost’s cock, body going rigid as Johnny’s thumb pressed firmly against the entrance, testing the give.

“Relax for me, lass,” Johnny whispered behind you. “Let me in. Just a little bit.”

With a sudden push, Johnny slid the tip of his index finger inside.

The sensation was overwhelming— the fullness of Johnny stretching you open from behind, combined with his finger sliding deep into your tightest recess. You thrashed, hands clawing desperately at Ghost’s thighs, trying to escape the double penetration, but Ghost’s grip on your hair seemed tight. He leaned forward, free hand pushing your shoulders down, forcing you to take him even deeper into your throat to muffle your sobbing gasps.

“Take it,” Ghost growled, his own hips finally beginning to roll, driving into your mouth to draw out every single gag and sputter. “Suck me through it, love. Feel how good Johnny’s making you. Look how hard he’s fucking you to please me, hm?”

Johnny groaned, adding another finger to the mix, curling them to mimic the hard rhythm of his cock. The dual friction was dizzying, sending sparks straight to your lower stomach. You were completely caught between them— stretched to your absolute limit, crying silently around Ghost’s thick length as Johnny worked you raw from behind.

Johnny was just as undone as you, forehead pressed against the space between your shoulder blades as his chest heaved. His thrusts had grown frantic, losing their cadence and turning into deep, desperate plunges that bottomed out against you. His fingers were working tirelessly inside your tightest hole, driving you absolutely mad.

“LT, please…” Johnny sobbed out, the raw desperation in his voice echoing off the blank walls. “Please, sir, I cannae hold it. I’m gonna break. Let me cum. Please let me cum in her.”

Ghost’s breathing had grown heavier now, fingers remaining firmly tangled in your hair, holding you close as his eyes locked onto Johnny’s. He felt the clenching of your throat, the way your body was vibrating on the precipice of another shattering release.

Slowly, reluctantly, Ghost pulled his thick length out from between your wet lips. A long strand of saliva connected you to him as you did your best to cough and catch your breath, letting out broken gasps, jaw aching.

He gripped his own shaft then, hand wrapping around his thick, slick length, and began to stroke himself with vicious downstrokes.

“Do it, Johnny,” Ghost growled. “Fill her up. Cum for me, Sergeant.”

“Ah, fuck!”

With a loud cry, Johnny slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the absolute root. His entire body went rigid, muscles locking up as he began to release, his seed pumping deep and hot inside you, and at the same time, he was twitching his fingers inside you desperately to drive you over the edge with him.

Your own climax hit again, this time harder, rougher. You screamed, sound muffled against the mat you collapsed onto, walls clamping down incredibly tight around Johnny, milking him dry.

Right as you broke, Ghost leaned forward, his grip on your hair tightening once more to tilt your head back. His strokes had reached a frantic, desperate speed.

“Open,” he commanded, completely out of breath.

You parted your lips instinctively, staring up at him through a haze of tears and sweat. With two last strokes, Ghost groaned, jaw clenching tightly as he came, sending thick, hot ropes of white semen shooting directly onto your tongue. The heat of it filled your mouth, heavy and sweet, and you swallowed greedily under his burning gaze.

The heavy silence of the gym was broken only by the sound of ragged breathing.

Johnny laid dead weight against your back. He was completely spent, his chest heaving in slow shudders. Inside you, his length was still thick and pulsing slowly as his climax ebbed away, keeping you stretched and wonderfully full.

Above you, Ghost remained on his knees, broad shoulders rising and falling with jagged breaths. His jaw was still exposed, slick with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark eyes were fixed on your face, watching the way you slowly swallowed the last of his come.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice incredibly soft, almost tender, despite the intensity of the last few minutes. Slowly, he slid his hand from your hair down to your jaw. His thumb gently wiped away a stray smear of his seed and saliva mixed together from the corner of your lips, and he stared at his wet thumb for a second before rubbing it against his thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Look at you,” Johnny whispered against your skin, leaving a soft kiss there, voice cracked and breathless. He squeezed your hips gently. “Absolutely ruined ye, didn’t we, lovie?”

“Shut up, MacTavish,” you groaned out with a soft grin on your lips. Your legs were shaking so much that you could barely keep your knees on the rubber mat. Every muscle in your body felt like warm wax.

Johnny let out a chuckle against you then as he slowly began to pull out of you, the wet sound of his exit incredibly loud in the empty room. You let out a quiet whimper at the sudden loss of his heat inside you, hips twitching instinctively to follow him.

“Don’t move yet.” Ghost commanded quietly, and reached down, his massive hands sliding under your armpits. With effortless strength, he hauled your limp body up and backward, pulling you flush against his chest. He settled you right between his thighs, wrapping his thick arms around your stomach to keep you steady while Johnny slowly crawled up beside you, his blue eyes soft and devoted as he looked at you.

You melted back against the solid wall of Ghost’s chest. Johnny reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead whilst Ghost’s hands tightened around you a little, grip firm as he looked over you at his Sergeant. His eyes dropped Johnny’s gaze, which was down on your thighs, wet and glistening in the dim light.

“Won’t you look at that, Johnny,” Ghost murmured gently. “You left a proper mess of her.”

Johnny’s jaw slackened slightly at that. “Aye, LT. She’s soaked in it.”

“Clean it up,” you heard Ghost say, but you weren’t sure if you were dreaming it up until the point you saw the glint come back to Johnny’s eyes. “Every drop. I want her spotless.”

“Yes, sir.”

Johnny dropped to his elbows on the mat then, shuffling down between your trembling legs. He gripped your knees, spreading your thighs wide once more as you sat cradled in Ghost’s lap. His hot breath brushed your sensitized, properly fucked out pussy a second before his warm tongue made contact, greedily lapping up the slick of your shared release.

Your head snapped back against Ghost’s shoulder as you moaned. “Ah— Johnny…”

“Stay still,” Ghost whispered softly in your ear. His arm remained anchored against your stomach, keeping you flush against him, but his other hand slid down. Slowly, his thick fingers parted your folds against Johnny’s tongue to grant him better access, then, his middle and ring fingers pressed right against your clit.

He didn’t use a light touch. He rubbed his fingers against your sensitive bud in firm, circular motions.

“Mmh— Simon!” you cried out, fingers clawing helplessly at the thick muscles of his thighs. Your hips bucked instinctively, trying to escape the pressure on your clit mixing up with the slick torture of Johnny’s tongue, but you were locked tight.

“I’ve got you,” Ghost whispered darkly against your hair, fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm as Johnny looked up at you two, eyes almost rolling back when he caught Ghost’s dark gaze fixed right at him like he wanted to eat him alive. “Just let him clean you, love.”

Johnny let out a muffled groan of appreciation against your center when one of your hands found its way to his mohawk, pulling him down harder onto your core, his tongue working in skilled strokes. He drank you down as Ghost’s fingers drove you higher and higher, pushing you right back over the edge of a helpless climax.

"Please—please, I can't," you sobbed out, your fingers clawing desperately into Ghost’s thick thighs, trying to find some sort of anchor as the world spun. "It’s too much… Ghost, stop—"

"No," Ghost rumbled, his voice pressing right against your ear. His chest was a solid brick wall behind you, refusing to let you retreat even an inch. "Keep your eyes open. Watch him."

You forced your glazed eyes down. Through a haze of tears, you watched Johnny’s dark head bobbing between your thighs. He was relentless, his hands locked like iron clamps around the backs of your knees to hold you wide, his jaw working frantically as he drank in the fresh, hot gush of slick your body was desperately producing. He was humming against your clit, the deep, vibrating sound sending sharp, electric jolts straight to your chest.

"Finish it, Johnny," Ghost ordered, his own breathing finally catching, his chest hitching as he felt the tremors starting to seize your thighs. "Take her over."

A high, broken scream was torn from your throat. Your body went completely rigid, your spine arching off Ghost’s chest as a massive, shuddering orgasm tore through you. You clamped down so hard on Johnny's tongue that he let out a muffled whimper, his hands squeezing your hips bruisingly tight as he held you through the waves.

Ghost’s hand stayed firmly in place, riding out the tremors with you, his heavy fingers pressing down until the very last twitch of your thighs subsided.

You collapsed back against him, completely spent as your eyes rolled back, jaw hanging slightly open. You stared blankly at the dark ceiling until Johnny came back into view from below, and you watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you and Ghost with a dazed, utterly blissed-out grin.

“Spotless, LT.” you could barely hear his hoarse voice.

"She's done, Johnny," Ghost said quietly, his grip on your waist loosening just enough to let you breathe a little easier, though he kept you anchored securely against him. "Go get some towels from the locker. And a bottle of water."

"Aye, L.T.," Johnny murmured, but he didn't move immediately. He leaned down first, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally a quick, tender press of his lips to yours. "Don't go anywhere without me."

"Can't move if I wanted to," you croaked out, your voice a tiny, raspy whisper.

A low, genuine chuckle shook Ghost's chest behind you. "Good little soldiers, both of you."

this is my first time writing a threesome so. also was a bit wine drunk. how does it, uh, look?

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